The white flowers on a tree
Might still be dead, yet still can see
Better than you, of course
A burning, bright, little torch
Did you ever appreciate these things?
Nature, and what it brings?
A song to heal its roots,
Hoping that a soul would be touched at its foot.
That soul is you,
But as we'll as me too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was really really good!